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Chapter 295 It's All Black!

"Welcome! My brother!" When the S.H.I.E.L.D. transport plane landed on this unknown island, Nick Fury's face turned even darker when he saw the French guy who came to greet him and the vodka-flavored hair.

"Sorry, this is a private island, so please store your weapons here first!" Seeing the visitors from S.H.I.E.L.D. preparing to walk in, an old French man in a suit and leather shoes walked with a tray in white gloves. step forward.

"What if I don't!" One-eyed stared at the other party, and Nick Fury waited for the other party to show any dissatisfaction before ordering the ready commando to land on the island, and suddenly these guys with ulterior motives were thrown away.

"Guest, it's useless for you to embarrass us. Today's auction will not directly deliver what you want, we are just an agent!"

"Mommy Falke!" Fury angrily took out his Glock from his waist and patted it on the tray.

"It's all right now!"

"Hmm!" The French old man looked at the other party carefully, and then coughed at the big bear behind him, and then the latter took out a metal scanner from his suit pocket.

"Sorry!" The big bear held the scanner and started scanning from top to bottom. When it touched Nick Fury's chest, the scanner beeped.

"Ahem!" Nick Fury blushed, and then took out another Glock from his coat pocket.

"Look, as an agent king of kings, it's normal for me to carry a few more pistols!" Noticing that the men behind him and the people on the opposite side looked at him with strange eyes, Nick Fury explained forcefully arrive.

"No problem!" The metal scanner continued down, and the belt began to ring again.

"This is my survival belt, not a gun!"

Drip!

With a fighting knife on the thigh, a miniature pistol on the calf, a revolver on the back of the waist, and leather boots with a dagger and fishing line, Nick Fury performed to everyone on the field what is called the king of spies in an extremely professional way.

"There's nothing left now, so I can go in!" Nick Fury asked without blushing and heartbeat, looking at the three trays of defensive weapons in front of him.

"Of course, please come in! This is your hand card, after the auction is over, you can use it to take away your weapon!"

"Huh!" After snorting coldly, Nick Fury walked into the so-called auction hall dismissively, which is actually an open-air garden-like space isolated by trees, with six rows of wooden benches and a The high platform, the six rows of wooden chairs are almost full at the moment.

"Head, our communication has been interfered! There is a high-power signal jammer nearby, and the radio is useless!" Agent Simon, who was also dressed in black including his face, said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, we have sealed off this area, and they won't be able to escape by then!"

After carefully looking at those people sitting on the stool, Nick Fury recognized the identities of many people, such as black warlords in Africa, white gloves from certain European countries, and even a few men with Asian faces, Nick Fury Furui thought the other party was a rabbit, but after seeing the sitting postures and accents of these Asians, he realized that it was a stick and a chicken in a pot. These two seemed to form a team!

"Take pictures of these guys, and check the water meter when you get back!" Jumping sticks and chickens with feet in the pot have made it difficult for S.H.I.E.L.D. to work because of complicated domestic relations. Now these guys still want to come and buy big killers?Do you think American dad's stick is not hard enough or Asia is too quiet?

"Gentlemen, welcome to come here. Next, we will start the auction directly to bring you our first and only item, a nano-decomposition warhead from the Macallan Group. Of course, before starting the auction , let us first thank Mr. McAllen for his sponsorship!"

"Pfft!" McAllen, who was watching the auction from a distance, sprayed a mouthful of old blood on his screen, what does it mean to kill someone!That is, he has now determined who the guy who cheated him is. The video from the giant god is mercilessly mocking his wishful thinking, but the problem is that he can't figure out who is the ghost, who is his subordinate?Or the Hydra of Rex's side?But these are not important anymore, he just needs to know that after this auction is over, if he doesn't run away, it's really over!

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"[-] million~" a heavily accented voice shouted in English.

"Okay, [-] million, is there a higher price?" The host in charge of the auction is a beautiful lady in a beautiful long dress. She can make people feel the spring breeze when she smiles and smiles. Many guests Already aroused by her emotions, he began to yell at his neck.

"Everyone, everyone must be very familiar with the effect of this warhead. It will be a necessary part of determining the outcome of a modern war. It only takes one shot to wipe out the enemy's armored army. There are [-] million people. Is it expensive?"

"Eight hundred million!" The warlord with a cigar raised his right hand stuffed with gold rings, and shouted coquettishly. There are many gold mines and blood diamond mines in his territory, as well as oil and uranium mines. The income is tens of billions. In order to maintain his rule, he used the money to train the army to win the hearts of the people, so it is not a problem for him to buy another warhead. In fact, what he wants to buy is the Paladin mothership of the giant god. It was just rejected by the giant god on the grounds that it was only sold to sovereign countries.

"[-] million, this gentleman offered [-] million, can anyone offer a higher price?"

"One billion!" This time it was people from the European Union. The old Europeans wanted to get goods from McCarran, but the production of warheads was difficult, and there was no one that could not be produced in three or four years, so they could only choose this more expensive warhead. The quick way!

"Sir!" Seeing that the other guests were about to give up as soon as the price of one billion was paid out, Simmons yelled anxiously.

"Wait!" Nick Fury had already lost his patience. He was determined to finally overwhelm everyone with a high price, and then after he got the bullet, he would send a Tomahawk to everyone on the field one by one!

"Twice a billion~"

"One billion..." Nick Fury raised his hand before the host finished his third sentence.

"15 billion! No matter who bids again, S.H.I.E.L.D. will always be 1200 million higher than his bid! And we will give away a [-]-kilogram tomahawk for free!" After finishing speaking, Lu Dan stood up, his sharp eyes swept across Everyone made no secret of their murderous intent.

"Sir, it's useless for you to threaten people like this!" The little boy from Europe wanted to fight against these barbaric Yankees, but he was dragged down by his companions as soon as he stood up. He joked that EU civil servants are fat and offended you Just wait to enter the refugee camp to give the black sorghum a bath!

"Okay, then 15 billion once, 15 billion twice, 15 billion three times, congratulations sir, you won this nano-warhead!" It was also the first time the host saw someone give away a missile at an auction , but her good professionalism made her react quickly.

"One?" Braised Dan suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his forehead.It was as if a nerve had been snapped suddenly.

"Yes, our client delivered a warhead! Now it's yours!" The old man who had just given Nick Fury a gun handed over a tablet.

"After you allocate funds, the tablet will display the location of the warhead, and you can pick up the goods yourself!"

"Okay, thanks! So can I ask if you guys know where the other warheads went?"

"United Nations!" The host glanced at the old man behind him, and after the other party nodded, he whispered.

"United Nations? There are so many countries in the United Nations, you..." Nick stopped abruptly before recalling, damn it, I said why didn't I see the rabbit and the big hairy person!

"Black, is it really black!" Nick Fury's nose was almost crooked in anger.

"Simmons, send someone to pretend to tie those sticks to the EU guys later, let them pay the money!"

"Yes, sir!"

　The part of the previous chapter is mainly because I saw that other brothers wrote it like this, so I want to try it. If you don’t like it, I won’t write it in the future T^T

　　

　

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